There was nothing Vicious could say to that; Gren was choosing his own fate, fully aware of what it might entail. Instead, he sat silently in the chair for awhile as Gren cleaned, before finally getting up to move to the bed. Normally, he wouldn't have allowed himself what seemed like a show of weakness, but all he could feel was the insistent throbbing in his hands, and Gren was hardly likely to judge him for it.